9. The constant gardener
My love, what can I tell you more
than that my constant piety
shows thee more care than it can show
since your delicacy forbids me ostentation,
making me afraid to even touch you,
flowers being loveliest untouched
and free in meadows virginal untrodden.
Can I love you more? Yes, constantly,
as long as I can share your freedom with you
and enjoy it in its beauty,
being able thus to make it grow
and constantly increase in beauty.
Can our love be more ideal?
That is the question,
but the answer seems affirmative,
since pious constancy so far
has only made it grow
in wonderful maturity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 13:32
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